Porn Star Family Pt. 02

"Hmm, give me a minute," Ms. Dates said, trying to keep her voice from shaking as she sank down into her seat, making Ira believe she was typing on her keyboard as he stood in front of her. Her eyes glanced down at the sign they used for when they closed down for lunch. "Have a seat Ira, it might take a minute for me to find what you are looking for," Ms. Dates said, glancing up at him.

"Sure, no problem," Ira said, moving off to one of the chairs that lined the wall.

Ms. Dates bit down on her lip as she rubbed her mound against her chair thinking if she could have a small orgasm then the thoughts of Ira would die away, yet that only made her want him even more. "Fuck it!" she said to herself. He was the one she'd wanted to fuck in the first place, not his father!

Slowly pulling open the drawer, gently lifting the door keys from the plastic tray, her fingers curled around the steel keys to keep them from making any noise. Picking up the 'Out for Lunch' sign, her chair squeaked as she rose to her feet. Her chestnut hair bounced against her chest as she opened the waist high door that kept the public from entering the administrative part of the building and where they kept the older and rarer books stored. Her eyes glanced over at Ira, noting how he was watching her. She had no idea why, but heat flooded her body whenever his eyes were on her. Ms. Dates could feel how damp her panties had become which bewildered her to no end. Her fingers trembled as she hung the sign on the door, moving the hands of the clock forty-five minutes ahead. If she was going to fuck him she was going to get the most out of it. The lock of the door snicked as the deadbolt fell into place. Spinning on her heel, her airy skirt brushed against her legs as she walked towards Ira.

"Come with me Ira," Ms. Dates said holding out her hand to him. Her heart fluttered as his hand slid into hers. She never thought she would be doing this at her place of work, yet she had never been so horny in her life and for the life of her she couldn't figure out why.

"Where we going?" Ira asked, as she lead him around her desk.

"Somewhere you can learn what you seek," Ms. Dates said, blushing as she peered over her shoulder, "that is if you still wish to learn what you sought after?" she asked, leading him quickly through the office door when Ira nodded. Heading toward the rare books section, knowing, if her co-worker showed up for some reason, she wouldn't be able to hear her from the front of the library. Her hand rested in the small of his back as she guided him into the climate controlled room, locking the door as it closed behind her. "Please have a seat at the desk," Ms. Dates said, as she pointed down the row of bookcases, "while I look for that book for you."

"Okay," Ira said, smirking when she couldn't see.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this," Ms. Dates said to herself as the zipper of her skirt lowered. Stepping out of her heels, picking her skirt up from the floor and quickly folding it before setting it on the self in front of her. Gooseflesh rose along her skin as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, watching Ira through the small gap between the top of the books and the next shelf as he sat there looking around the room. "Just a second more Ira," she said as she unhooked her bra. Biting her lip as her sticky panties pulled away from her sensitive labia. Laying her glasses on top of her panties, she didn't need them to see only to read. "Ira?" Ms. Dates cooed sweetly; her hand rested against the post of the bookshelf displaying her naked body to him.

"Ms. Dates?!" Ira said, mocking shock, yet his eyes absorbed her image to memory. Watching how her breasts bounced, to how her hips swayed as she walked towards him. "What are..." Ira began to say only to be cut off as Ms. Dates passionately kissed him as she sank into his lap. He felt the heat of her sex pressing down into his cock as her arms rested on his shoulders.

"You did want to learn about having sex, no?" Ms. Dates asked with a coy smile.

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded placing his hand on her ass. Watching her eyes as the tips of his fingers brushed along her labia. "Ms. Dates your wet."

"Mmmhmm, call me Layla, Ira," Layla said, reaching behind her taking his right hand and placing it directly on her mound. "There, now you can properly touch my pussy, go on, stick a finger inside and really feel how wet I am," she said, shuddering as she felt her lips being parted as Ira pushed his finger into her dripping pussy. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her back arched, her mouth hung agape at the unexpected orgasm. "Fuck!" Layla howled as her folds clamped down around his finger. "What the hell was that?!" she asked herself. "Whatever it was I want some more!" she told herself before renewing her assault on Ira's lips. "Mmmhmm," Layla nodded as she plunged up and down on his exploring finger, "yes, that's it add another to that hot cunt," she growled, becoming lost in whatever was happening to her. She didn't hear the snapping of the button of Ira's jeans, nor the sound of his zipper lowering. Timing it just right, where she would plunge down onto his cock and not his fingers. Layla's eyes went wide as the head of his cock breached her canal. "You little sneak," Layla cooed coyly as she peered at him. Gasping as Ira's hips thrust his whole length into her. "Oh god Ira, yes fuck me," she purred hungrily.

"So is my cock better than my father's?" Ira asked, feeling his cock double in size. Taking both Ira and Layla by surprise.

"Oh fuck! God that's a big cock," Layla panted, as her sex wrapped around his girth. "Most definitely better than your father's," she said, her voice shook as Ira's cock grew another two inches in length, the perfect size for her. "You know your father tricked me? He took advantage of my loneliness. Your mother was there too, filming everything as he fucked me. I thought I was coming over to help you with something, not to be hoodwinked into fucking him. Yet, he was charming, and I was rather horny because I couldn't have you at the time," Layla said, kissing him softly.

"Me?!"

"Mmmhmm," Layla nodded, "I've known about your crush on me Ira. I had to wait till you were old enough. Then you stopped looking at me like you normally did. You know how much that hurt me Ira?" Ira shook his head. "Every day I would always look forward to seeing that look in your eyes...," her voice stilled, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her muscles quaked as her womb sent down a torrent of cream. "God Ira, I love this cock," she moaned, quickly rolling her hips. "Not even your father could give me an orgasm, and he tried," Layla said, as she sank down to the root of his branch. "You do like the way my pussy milks your cock, don't you?"

"Oh yeah," Ira said, grinning like a mad fool.

"Does that mean you'll look at me with those eyes again? Does this mean you'll fuck me every time you come here?" Layla asked, slowly riding his rod.

"To fuck the hot librarian up the street from me," Ira said with a sly smirk as Layla's eyes lustered in want, "of course!" Sucking in a breath as Layla rose off his cock, arching an eyebrow as she rolled him off to the side.

"Then get up here and fuck me," Layla demanded, her index finger beckoning him to her as she sat on that old desk, resting her heels on the edge as she spread her legs.

Ira quickly got to his feet, keeping the surprise from his face at the sight of his cock. Feeling it and seeing it were two totally different things. Pushing his underwear down as he waddled over to Layla.

"I can't wait to be fucked by this every time you're here," Layla said, running hand over hand along his length coating the palms of her hands in her sex. The sound of her slapping his cock against her clitoris could be heard as she stared at Ira with sultry eyes. Licking her lips as she rubbed his head through her very saturated lips. Her head pressed against the wall as his crown returned to her paradise. "Fuck me Ira, fuck me hard. My pussy has been so lonely. It needs to feel you for days after this," Layla said with pleading eyes. Squealing in delight as she felt his cock in all the right places when he thrust hard into her.

"God, you've got a tight pussy," Ira grunted as held onto her thighs. Glancing down, watching how his cock glided through her cunt, noticing how juicy it was getting with each out-stroke of his cock.

"Well, I like them at eight inches and your father fell far from that length, so he never got to feel what you're touching now," Layla said in-between breaths. Feeling another orgasm coming on, she wondered just what Ira was that could give her so many, when he was a novice. "Yes, yes, ohhhhh, fuck me!" she moaned, as Ira pounded her cunt with renewed vigor. Her eyes went wide, her mouth hung agape and her knuckles turned white as she held onto the edge of the desk. "FUCK! Yes!" Layla screamed out as her orgasm exploded.

"Lay..."

"Not in me I'm not on the pill!" Layla said franticly as her hands beat against Ira's chest. "Pull out! Pull put!" she cried out as she pushed Ira back, slipping off from the desk to her knees. She gazed at it, covered in her slick juices, before devouring Ira's cock.

Ira watched as Layla slurped on his cock. Not that it wasn't blissful, which it was, however, compared to Alyda's, it left something to be desired. Nonetheless, that didn't mean he wasn't going to fuck Layla again. He might be a simple teenager, but he wasn't an idiot. Watching how that blue haze swirled around her irises, like it did in his sister's eyes.

"Going to..." Was the only warning Ira gave as his cock erupted that hot, white, sticky seed into Layla's mouth. As the light faded into her pupils, Layla worked his cock, trying to get every drop of his cum from his now empty balls.

"I need more!" Layla growled, as her hand jacked his cock trying to make it reharden. "Just one more Ira, I need that sweet cum," she said with pleading eyes as she stared up at him. Giggling with glee as his cock began to respond to her need.

"Oh shit!" Ira gasped, his hand darting back, bracing himself against the bookshelf, as Layla attacked his cock in a fury, eager to have his second load deep within her. Was this what Vikki warned him about? Was his sister going to be this cum hungry, as he looked into the lustful eyes of Layla's. If so, then he knew a great many girls his age that needed to have a taste. Ira wondered how long the effects lasted on a woman. He was going to have to ask Vikki once he got back.

"Sorry about that," Layla said, gesturing to the back room as they stood near the entrance to the library, "I kind of got carried away back there."

"You kidding! That was great!" Ira said with a broad smile.

"You sure?" Layla asked, blushing hard, brushing her hair behind her ear as she gazed at the tops of her feet. Yet her eyes would always find their way back to his groin. Feeling her pussy start to tingling all over again, her mouth began to water at the thought of having his cock gliding through it once again.

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded.

"Here," Layla said, slipping the piece of paper into his left hand, that contained her cell phone number, "call me or text me, because I was hoping that maybe you would like to get together again in a more private setting," she said, setting the stage to be able to ride that orgasmic cock again. She would do anything to have another taste of his cum. There was just something about it that made her crave it.

"Sure," Ira said, pocketing her number. "Like at your place?"

"I-if you would like," Layla nodded shyly.

"Oh, I most definitely do. Anything to see that sexy, little body you have there again," Ira said, watching her face become bright red.

"Y-you can see it any time you want Ira," Layla said, stepping up to him, "I'm more than happy to show you, as long as you show me this," she purred as she rubbed Ira's cock.

"If you want to see it who am I to deny you?" Ira replied with a warm smile. That serene scene was interrupted the shrill ringing of his phone in his pocket. "Hello?"

"Baby? I'm outside whenever you're ready," Cora said, giving him a little wave over the steering wheel as he looked at her from the doorway. Biting her lip as she watched her son speak with the librarian. For three days the image of her son's cock played across her mind. For three days she had to remind herself it wasn't her son she was fucking in her movies. Had to remember not to moan out Ira's name as she came for his image in her mind as the male actors fucked her. She was supposed to have gotten her fix this morning, but her husband ruined that. With her husband staying late into the night at their office editing their newest movie, and with Bridgett and Vikki spending the night out due to their reservation at a romantic restaurant, Cora knew they would have the house to themselves for a few hours. That gave her plenty of time to get her fix and show her son just what a porn star could do with a teenage cock. Narrowing her eyes as she saw that woman's hand running down her son's arm as he said goodbye. "Hello Ira," Cora said spreading her legs causing the miniskirt she wore to the shoot to become taut and slide up her thighs revealing her naked mound. She never allowed anyone to fuck her bareback in her movies; there were just too many diseases out there and she wasn't about to ruin her career. Even if her actors had a clean bill of health, she allowed her younger actresses to take their loads inside their loose cunts if they wanted it. "Like what you see?" Cora asked, as her son's eyes fell upon her exposed cunt.

"That is a pretty little thing you have there, Mom," Ira said, sliding into the passenger seat.

"Awe. Thank you baby," Cora said sweetly, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Now," she said, her breath hot in his ear. She took hold of his left hand and pulled it over the center console, placing the palm of his hand along her thigh, sliding it beneath her skirt and parking his hand over her mound. "You can touch mama all you want since your father interrupted us this morning. And later, mama will take care of this for her sweet boy," Cora said rubbing her son's groin. Her nails dug into Ira's thigh as she felt two of her son's fingers slipping into her pussy. Her body shuddering, like she hasn't faked it in countless years, loving the pleasure his fingers were giving her. She knew he was an incubus. Vikki had told her as much when she commanded her to bed her son. Yet, the surge that was racing up her channel wasn't something she was expecting. A wave of slickness rushed down to greet her son's fingers. "Oh Ira, you're making me so wet," Cora said, biting down her moan.

"I know," Ira said with an evil smirk as his eyes turned ruby.

"I don't know if I'll be able to drive like this," Cora said, fighting herself from unzipping her son's pants and snaking out his cock.

"Would you like for me to bend you over the hood of your car and fuck you?" Ira asked, wiggling his fingers inside of his mother's wet pussy. Glancing down at his hand when he felt a rough patch that didn't feel like the rest of his mother's pussy.

"Baby!" Cora moaned as her thighs slammed closed around his hand. "You're going to make your mother..."

"Yes... do, cum for the son you used," Ira said with a coy smirk. Watching as his mother's back slam against her seat, her head pressing hard against the headrest, her thighs trembling as his fingers sped through her folds.

"Baby I'm going..." Cora muttered, her hand shot down between her legs taking hold of her son's wrist. Her lustful eyes glanced over at him as her hips rocked on her son's fingers. Her breasts strained her tube top, her hard nipples cut against the fabric wishing to have someone to pluck gently upon them. "Do you like the feel of your mother's pussy?" she asked in a husky voice. Slowly pulling her son's fingers out of her hot, wet cunt, running them lightly along her labia before slowly bringing them to her lips. Her tongue curled around his appendages sucking his skin clean of her hot cream. "Mmm, I taste so good on you baby," Cora said with a seductive smile, "I can't wait to know what I taste like when I clean that hard cock of yours."

"Why wait," Ira said with a sly smirk.

"Naughty boy," Cora purred as she started her car, "just you wait young man, mama is going to fuck you like you haven't experienced before," she cooed, as her hand ran up her son's leg as they pulled out of the parking lot of the library.

*****

Pulling her car into the garage now that Dominic's car wasn't taking up the space. As the garage door began to lower, Cora turned her son's chin towards her, and their lips touched as the lowering door covered their embrace. Her left hand slowly undid her son's zipper, slipping her hand passed the metal teeth. Her nose wiggled at the stale hint of a woman's sex. Her eyes flickered over as she saw Vikki smirking through the door before disappearing into her house.

"Now it's mama's turn to repay you, baby," Cora whispered as she pulled away from his lips. Her hand stroked his rod as she lowered herself down his body. The console was hard on her stomach as her mouth wrapped around Ira's cock, her eyebrow twitched as she tasted another woman on her son's cock. Pushing it aside as she sank deeper down onto his manhood her mind was abuzz as her tongue finally tasted his skin. In all of her years in the porn industry she had never tasted a cock as sweet as her son's. Before she knew it her head rocked furiously, something in the back of her head whispering to her that she needed to have his cum flooding her mouth.

"Oh Mom," Ira moaned, as his hand rested on the back of her head.

"Mmmhmm," Cora mumbled from around his cock, "Yku loke tat?" she asked, her words jumbled by the thick root in her mouth.

"Yes Mom, suck that cock," Ira groaned, as his mother slurped on his rod.

"You going to cum for your mama?" Cora asked coming up for air. Her tongue circled his head as she waited for his answer.

"Mmmhmm."

"You going to let your mother drink down your hot cum?"

"Put it back in your mouth and you'll see," Ira said, pushing his mother's head back down on to his pole.

Cora smirked as her lips eased along his mushroom top. Knowing, that from now on her son wouldn't hesitate to whip his cock out for her. That, in and of itself, was pleasing to her. Especially when his cock tasted so sweet. She would gladly swallow his rod any time he wanted it or needed it done. Little did she know she was falling under her son's influence. Her eyes went wide as her son held her head down as his cock thrusted to the back of her mouth as that hot, white goo surged out from the tip of his rod.

"Mmm," Cora moaned. Then something happened, she had felt the need to have his cock in her, yet not like this; not this burning desire to let her son slam her onto the hood of her car and let him pound her cunt into submission.

Ira watched as that same blue light sank into his mother's eyes. He wondered if she knew she had just become his own cumslut, and he was going to make good use of his mother's mouth, cunt, and ass. Ira found that a fitting punishment for using him to recruit his once so-called friends into her movies.

Leaving his mother in her wonder lust, Ira headed towards his room. Walking with a slight swagger given that he had just made his mother his little sex slave. He couldn't wait to have her cunt wrapped around his cock like he had Layla's.

"Ira!" Bridgett cried out as she came rushing out of her room as he passed.

Ira huffed as Bridgett's body collided into his. Instantly he felt his sister wasn't wearing a bra as she rubbed her breasts into his chest. Looking into her eyes he saw that blue spark shimmering in her pupils. The tongue she shoved into his mouth muffled his surprise as Bridgett kissed him.